| What time is it?
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| It’s that time again
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| Gotta get my boy’s together
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| Find myself a choice batch, ha
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| Got to get me some
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| I swept through the floor as I drink to shrink
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| I gotta pocket full of fluff but no time to think
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| No need for cash, my carrot is fly
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| We can buy all the freebies that nature supplies
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| To me I’m not a scrubber, just a freak brother
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| Living off the land if it’s free, I got to get some, get some
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| Find a choice batch boil the water, hold my nose and down the hatch
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| Sit back soaking up the sunrays, eyes are pinned
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| It’s a good thing I got my shades on baby
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| What time is it? |
| Blow, Blow, Get some
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| Got to get some, Yeah, got to get some
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| What time is it? |
| Blow, Blow, get some
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| Got to get some, get some
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| Struggle like I’m walking on Velcro, feeling like fuzzy felt
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| and I’m buzzing in stereo
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| So hot I wanna burst, I can’t quench the thirst
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| But I can almost taste the surf
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| Non stop grinning with a stiff jaw, and a butterflie’s flapping around as my
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| brain storms
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| If you’ve been here you know what I mean, just a haze, confusions the theme
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| How am I feeling, yeah I’m feeling fine
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| Sitting with my boys eating fungus and drinking wine
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| Throwing a party without sound
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| ‘bout to level, ain’t no time for coming down
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| sunshine, delights ablaze, ain’t no thing
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| when you’re pinned and you got your shades on honey
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| What time is it? |
| Blow, Blow, Get some
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| Got to get some, Yeah, got to get some, do you like it like that?
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| What time is it? |
| Blow, Blow, get some
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| Got to get some, get some
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| Stop the beat drop the beat, ha!
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| still getting jitters and I trashed my reeboks
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| are they talking or are they flip-flops
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| my tongue is sticky like a hippy with bad breath
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| bust my seams I’m in shorts and a string vest
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| life’s a beach and I’m lay on it, on my head do my rag with knots in it
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| a space babe running clouds like a jockey
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| can’t stop this feeling, this feeling is lovely
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| start to stomp and I’m looking like a hobo
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| boy’s are splittin I’m doin it solo
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| sunshine always seems to fade
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| but it ain’t no thing
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| when you’re pinned and you’ve got your shades on.
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| What time is it? |
| Blow, Blow, Get some
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| Got to get some, Dust Junkys, Yeah, got to get some,
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| What time is it? |
| Blow, Blow, get some
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| Got to get some, get some, get some |